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To Celia 

Love's Young Dream 

Ae Fond Kiss 



BE^ JONSON 

THOMAS MOORE 

ROBERT BURNS 



Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid 

I. NATHAN 

T Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls 

M. W. BALFE 



Sally in Our Alley 



HENRY CAREY 



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'Tis the Last Rose of Summer anonymous 



Comin' Thro' the Rye 



ANONYMOUS 



Beheve Me, if All Those Endearing 

Younof Charms thomas moore 



The Quilting Party 



anonymous 



Douglas, Douglas, Tender and True 

DINAH MARIE MULOCK (cRAIk) 





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Oh Promise Me clement scott 

Copyright, 1889, G. Schirmer 



Robin Adair 



ANONYMOUS 



Annie Laurie 



ANONYMOUS 



The Girl I Left Behind Me 



ANONYMOUS 



Love's Old Sweet Song g. clifton bingham 







HEN last "good-nights " have all been said, 
And glancing firelight, soft and red. 
Rests on my books, a silent row, 
And flickering shadows come and go, 

Then, Sweetheart, then. 
This book recalls your loveliness. 

For as the singers' numbers flow 

They bring again the Long-ago 

When your smile madethe room seem bright. 

And wise we talked of Life and Right ; — 

Then, dear, 'twas then, 
Your voice fell like a sweet caress. 

And each book loved your fingers light. 
Late lingering on its pages white ; 
When, sweeter, since 'twas you who read. 
There spoke some lover's voice, long dead, 

Then, Sweetheart, then. 
What joy should come, we could not guess. 



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RINK to me only with thine eyes, 

And I will pledge with mine : 
Or leave a kiss within the cup, 

And I'll not look for wine. 
The thirst that from the soul doth rise 

Doth ask a drink divine : 
But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 

I would not change for thine. 



To Celia 




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SENT thee late a rosy wreath, 
Not so much honoring thee 
As giving it a hope that there 
It could not withered be ; 



To Celia 




UT thou thereon didst only breathe, 
And sent'st it back to me; 
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, 
Not of itself but thee ! 



To Celia 




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H ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright 

My heart's chain wove; 
When my dream of Ufe from morn till night 

Was love, still love. 

New hope may bloom. 

And days may come 

Of milder, calmer beam. 
But there's nothing half so sweet in life 

As love's young dream ; 
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life 

As love's young dream. 

Love's Young Dream 





HOUGH the bard to purer fame may soar, 

When wild youth's past; 
Though he wins the wise, who frowned before, 

To smile at last ; 

He'll never meet 

A joy so sweet, 

In all his noon of fame, 
As when first he sung to woman's ear 

His soul-felt flame. 
And, at every close, she blushed to hear 

The one loved name. 



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O — that hallowed form is ne'er forgot 

Which first love traced ; 
Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot 

On memory's waste. 

'Twas odor fled 

As soon as shed ; 

'Twas morning's winged dream; 
'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again 

On life's dull stream : 
Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again 

On life's dull stream. 

Love's Young Dream 




I E fond kiss, and then we sever ! 
Ae farewell, and then for ever ! 
Deep in heart- wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. 
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, 
While the star of hope she leaves him ? 
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me. 
Dark despair around benights me. 



Ae Fond Kiss 






'LL ne'er blame my partial fancy; 
Naething could resist my Nancy ! 
But to see her was to love her, 
Love but her, and love forever. 
Had WQ never lov'd sae kindly, 
Had we never lov'd sae blindly, 
Never met — or never parted — 
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 



Ae Fond Kiss 






weel, thou first and fairest ! 
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! 
Thine be ilka joy and treasure, 
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure! 
Ae fond kiss and then we sever! 
Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! 
Deep in heart- wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. 



Ae Fond Kiss 




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HERE are you going, my pretty maid ? 
Where are you going, my pretty maid ? 
I'm going a milking, sir, she said, sir, she 

said, sir, she said ; 
I'm going a milking, sir, she said. 

Shall I go with you, my pretty maid ? 
Shall I go with you, my pretty maid ? 
Oh, yes, if you please, kind sir, she said, 

sir, she said, sir, she said; 
Oh, yes, if you please, kind sir, she said. 



Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid 




HAT is your fortune, my pretty maid ? 

What is your fortune, my pretty maid ? 

My face is my fortune, sir, she said, sir, she 
said, sir, she said ; 

My face is my fortune, sir, she said. 



Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid 





HEN I can't marry j^ou, my pretty maid ! 
Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid ! 
Nobody ax'd you, sir, she said, sir, she said, 

sir, she said ; 
Nobody ax'd you, sir, she said. 



Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid 



DREAMT that I dwelt in marble halls, 
With vassals and serfs at my side, 
And of all who assembled within those walls, 
That I was the hope and the pride. 





HAD riches too great to count — could boast 
Of a high ancestral name, 
But I also dreamt which pleas'd me most, 
That you loved me still the same. 



I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls 





if DREAMT that suitors sought my hand; 
That knights upon bended knee ; 
And with vows no maiden's heart could 

withstand 
They pledged their faith to me. 
And I dreamt that one of that noble host 
Came forth my hand to claim, 
But 1 also dreamt which pleas *d me most, 
That you loved me still the same. 



I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls 






F all the girls that are so smart, 
There's none like pretty Sally; 
She is the darling of my heart, 
And she lives in our alley. 
There's ne'er a lady in the land 
That's half so sweet as Sally; 
She is the darling of my heart, 
And she lives in our alle^^ 

Her father he makes cabbage nets. 
And thro' the streets does cry them, 
Her mother she sells laces long, 
To all who need to buy them. 
But can such folks the parents be 
Of such a girl as Sally? 
She is the darling of my heart. 
And she lives in our alley. 

Sally in Our Alley 






F all the days that's in the week 
I dearly love but one day, 
And that's the day that comes between 
A Saturday and Monday, 
For then I'm dressed all in my best, 
To walk abroad with Sally ; 
She is the darling of my heart. 
And she lives in our alley. 



Sally in Our Alley 






HEN Christmas comes about again, 
O, then I shall have money, 
ril hoard it up, and box aii'd all, 
I'll give it to m}^ honey. 
And would it were ten thousand pounds, 
Id give it all to Sally; 
She is the darling of my heart, 
And she lives in our alley. 

My master and the neighbors all 

Make game of me and Sally; 

And but for her I'd better be 

A slave and row a galley. 

But when my sev'n long years are out, 

Oh then I'll marry Sally, 

And when we're wed we'll blithesome be, 

But not in our alley. 






1 S the last rose of summer. 
Left blooming alone ; 
All her lovely companions 
Are faded and ^one : 
No flower of her kindred, 
No rosebud is nigh, 
To reflect back her blushes. 
Or give sigh for sigh ! 



'Tis the Last Rose of Summer 




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'LL not leave thee, thou lone one. 
To pine on the stem; 
Since the lovely are sleeping, 
Go sleep thou with them ; 
Thus kindly I scatter, 
Thy leaves o'er the bed, 
Where thy mates of the garden 
Lie scentless and dead. 



'Tis the Last Rose of Summer 






O soon may I follow, 

When friendships decay, 
And from love's shining circle 
The gems drop away ! 
When true hearts lie withered, 
And fond ones are flown. 
Oh ! who would inhabit 
This bleak world alone? 



'Tis the Last Rose of Summer 




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IN a body meet a body 
Comin' thro' the rye, 
Gin a body kiss a body, 
Need a body cr}^? 
Ilka lassie has her laddie, 
Nane, they say, hae I, 
Yet a' the lads they smile at me 
When comin' thro* the rye. 



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Comin' frae the town, 
Gin a body meet a body, 
Need a body frown? 
Ilka lassie has her laddie, 
Nane, they say, hae I, 
Yet a' the lads they smile at me 
When comin' thro' the rye. 



Comin' Thro' the Rye 





MANG the train there is a swain 
I dearly lo'e myseP ; 

But what his name, or whaur his hame, 

1 dinna care to tell. 

Ilka lassie has her laddie, 

Nane, they say, hae 1, 

Yet a' the lads they smile at me 

When comin' thro' the rye. 



Comin' Thro' the Bye 





ELI EVE me, if all those endearing young 

charms 

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, 
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my 

arms. 
Like fairy gifts fading away. 

Thou would 'st still be adored, as this moment 

thou art, 
Let thy loveliness fade as it will, 
And round the dear ruin each wish of m}^ heart, 
Would entwine itself verdantly still. 

Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms 




T is not while beauty and youth are thine own 

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, 

That the fervor and faith of a soul can be 
known, 

To which time will but make thee more dear ; 



Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms 





I 0,the heart that has truly loved, never forgets, 
But as truly loves on to the close, 
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he 



The same look which she turn'd when he rose, 



Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms 





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N the sky the bright stars glittered, 

On the bank the pale moon shone ; 
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party. 



I was seeing Nellie home. 



Chorus : 
I was seeing Nellie home; 
I was seeing Nellie home ; 
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, 
I was seeing Nellie home. 

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N my arm a soft hand rested, 
Rested light as ocean- foam; 
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, 
I was seeing Nellie home. 



Chorus : 
1 was seeing Nellie home ; 
I was seeing Nellie home ; 
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, 



I was seeing Nellie home. 



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N my lips a whisper trembled, 

Trembled till it dared to come ; 
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, 
I was seeing Nellie home. 

Choiius — 1 was seeing Nellie home, etc. 

On my life new hopes were dawning, 
And those hopes have lived and grown ; 

And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, 
1 was seeing Nellie home. 

Chorus — I was seeing Nellie home, etc. 



The Quilting Party 




OULD ye conie back to me, Douglas, Douglas, 
In the old likeness that I knew, 
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. 



Xever a scornful word should grieve 3^e, 
I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do; — 

Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. 



Douglas, Douglas, Tender and True 





TO call back the days that are not ! 

My eyes were blinded, your words were few : 
Do you know the truth now up in heaven, 

Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? 



Douglas, Douglas, Tender and True 



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NEVER was worthy of you, Douglas; 

Not half worthy the like of you : 
Now all men beside seem to me like shadows 

I love YOU Doufflas, tender and true. 



Stretch out yourhand to me, Douglas, Douglas 
Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew ; 

As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. 



Douglas, Douglas, Tender and True 









I H promise me that some day j^ou and I 

Will take our love together to some sky, 

Where we can be alone and faith renew, 

And find the hollows where those floAvers grew^ 

Those first sweet violets of early spring, 

Which come in whispers, thrill us both, and 
sing 

Of love unspeakable that is to be ; 

Oh promise me. Oh promise me ! 



Oh Promise Me 





H promise me that you will take my hand, 
The most unworthy in this lonely land, 
And let me sit beside you, in your eyes 



Seeing the vision of our paradise, 



Oh Promise Me 








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EARING God's message while the organ rolls. 
Its mighty music to our very souls, 
'^ No love less perfect than a life with thee; 
Oh promise me, Oh promise me ! 



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HAT'S this dull town to me? 
Robin's not near; 
He whom I long to see, 
No more is here, 
Where's all the joy and mirth, 
Made life a heav'n on earth? 
Oh ! they're all fled with thee, 
Robin Adair! 



Robin Adair 






HAT made th' assembly shine? 
Kobin Adair; 

What made the ball so fine? 
Robin was there. 
What when the play was o'er. 
What made my heart so sore? 
Oh ! it was parting with 
llobin Adair. 



Robin Adair 




UT now thou'rt far from me, 
Robin Adair; 
Far o'er the raging sea, 
Robin Adair. 
Yet him I lov'd so well 
Still in my heart shall dwell ; 
Oh ! I can ne'er forget 
Robin Adair. 



Robin Adair 






ER brow is like the snaw drift. 
Her throat is like the swan ; 
Her face it is the fairest 
That e'er the sun shone on, 
That e'er the sun shone on ; 
And dark blue is her e'e: 
And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
I'd lay me doune and dee. 



Annie Laurie 




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IKE dew on the go wan lying 
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, 
And Uke winds in summer sighing 
Her voice is low and sweet, 
Her voice is low and sweet ; 
And she's a' the w^orld to me: 
And for bonnie Annie Lam'ie 
I'd lay me doune and dee. 



Annie Laurie 




I'M lonesome since I cross'd the hill. 
And o'er the moor and valley; 
Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, 
Since parting with my Sally. 



I seek no more the fine and gay. 
For each does but remind me 
How swift the hours did pass away, 
With the girl I've left behind me. 



The Girl I Left Behind Me 






H ! ne'er shall T forget the night, 
The stars were bright above me, 
And gently lent their silv'ry Ught, 
When first she vowed she loved me. 

But now I'm bound for Brighton camp, 
Kind Heaven, may favor find me, 
And send me safely back again 
To the girl I've left behind me. 

The Girl I Left Behind Me 






Y mind her form shall still retain, 
In sleeping or in waking, 
Until I see my love again. 
For whom my heart is breaking. 

If ever I should see the day, 
When Mars shall have resigned me, 
For evermore I'll gladly stay 
With the girl I've left behind me. 



The Girl I Left Behind Me 





NCE in the dear dead days beyond recall, 
When on the world the mists began to fall, 
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng 
Low to our hearts Love sung an old sweet song, 
And in the dusk when fell the fire-light gleam 
Softly it wove itself into our dream. 

J ust a song at twilight when the lights are low. 
And the flickering shadows softly come and go, 
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long. 
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song, 
Comes Love's old sweet song. 

Love's Old Sweet Song 







f VEN to-day we hear Love's song of yore, 
Deep in our hearts it dwells for ever more ; 
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, 
Still we can hear it at the close of day. 
So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall 
Love will be found the sweetest song of all. 

Love's Old Sioeet Song 





UST a song at twilight 

when the lights are low, 

And the flickering shadows 

softly come and go ; 

Tho' the heart be weary, 

sad the day and long, 

Still to us at twilight 

comes Love's old song, 

Comes Love's old sweet song. 



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